#this is messy I got lazy oops

[saltedbiscuiit]

:)

[demonstars]

wanted to paint these properly but got lazy SO. dnf dancing cueca chilena 🇨🇱 and polca montuvia 🇪🇨. in the first dream as china, jorge as huaso, and then them both as montuvios from the ecuador coast once again infodumping under the cut!

la cueca chilena has a complicated origin which i will not get into right now because i mostly forgot everything about it. oops. what does matter is that it is the typical dance around las fiestas patrias (as a fun fact: september 19th is the day of military glory which is. well. whatever it's a holiday yknow. yesterday was day of independence.) what is important to note here is that, as a courting dance, there are many variations of coquettish and cute movements to be done as a couple as they dance. the idea is to mimic the courting of a chicken and a rooster, funny enough

they're both using napkins, which are an important part of the dance, worn in the right hand and which serve to decorate the dance. there's a great (and sadly dying) tradition of weaving these napkins. dream is thus "hiding" himself from george's "courting" as a way to get him to insist more, and hopefully earn himself another dance so they spend more time together on the dancefloor :3

cueca is a dance that allows a lot of freedom to the dancers, with only three "stages" that they must pass do. there are many subgenres, such as cueca brava (angry), chilota (from a particular island), de salón, rock, and genres created to protest, such as cueca sola (lonely). THIS HAS NO IMPORTANCE TO THE DRAWING I JUST REALLY LIKE THE DANCE AND WHAT IT REPRESENTS.

now with polca montuvia, it has a more direct origin, being brought from spaniards colonizers and all of that not fun stuff. there aren't particular roles as far as I'm aware (aside from. men/women. yknwo). it is a very fun dance!!!

this is a musical subgenre that emerges from the ecuadorian coast, and it is a reclamation from the fancy vals dances that used to occur in the center of the city. by transforming the melodies, rhymes and steps of the general polka, a new version was created. it is often danced in the same parties in which amorfinos, villancicos or alzas are sang/danced.

there is a lot of negative perceptions as to who montuvios are or what their celebrations where, considered "drunken, messy people". this has resulted in a lot of degrading comments of these dances, but I find them absolutely wonderful :(((

according to the local mythos, this particular dance was created because the orenses (people from the "los oros" province) wanted a dance for themselves. it has evolved past this point by now, but the fight for identity is still present in many of the songs in which you would dance polka montuvia.

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

I’ve pretty much been falling asleep to “There’s me” for a week now(I found a ‘music box cover’ on youtube. Its so soothing) so I decided to redraw one of my favourite photos of Dinah and CB I found with my own version of them.

I got a bit lazy for the background and I am currently very tired(drew this from about 1am to 6:30am so oops!) so its flat colours.

I however do have a ‘messy makeup’ version, which will be under the cut with the original picture.

I tried my best to replicate the pose but I sometimes still struggle with posing characters so I had to tweak it.

[5starl1ght]

Hello, could you please write prompt 6. **Cooking Together**: Characters A and B cook a meal together, resulting in a flour fight and a messy kitchen with Charles Leclerc, please <3

Here you go lovely! Hope you like it and thank you for asking o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Cooking Together with Charles

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when you and Charles decided to tackle the kitchen together. The plan was simple: cook a homemade pizza from scratch. The reality, as you both would soon find out, was far more chaotic.

The kitchen was filled with the mouth-watering scent of fresh ingredients and the warm glow of late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. Charles, ever the perfectionist, was meticulously measuring out the flour while you prepped the toppings on the counter beside him.

"Are you sure that's enough flour?" you teased, watching him with an amused smile. "I don't want our pizza to turn into a pancake."

Charles looked up, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Just trust me, okay? I've got this."

He carefully poured the flour into a large mixing bowl, but as he turned to reach for the water, his elbow nudged the bag of flour off the counter. In a split second, a cloud of white powder erupted into the air, covering both of you in a fine layer of flour.

You burst out laughing, trying to wipe the flour from your face, but it only made matters worse. "Charles! Look what you've done!"

He stood there, momentarily stunned, before breaking into a grin. "Oops," he said sheepishly. "Guess we'll be having a floury pizza."

Without missing a beat, you scooped up a handful of flour and flung it at him. "Oops," you mimicked, unable to contain your giggles.

Charles's eyes widened in mock horror before he retaliated with a handful of his own. Soon, the kitchen was a battleground, flour flying everywhere as you both laughed uncontrollably. The counters, floor, and even the ceiling were dusted with white, but neither of you cared. It was a rare moment of carefree fun, far removed from the pressures of Charles's racing schedule.

Eventually, you both called a truce, collapsing onto the kitchen floor amidst the mess, still giggling. Charles reached out and brushed a flour-covered strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"You look beautiful," he said softly, his eyes full of warmth.

"You look ridiculous," you replied, smiling as you reached up to wipe a smudge of flour from his cheek.

He chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "Maybe, but I'm your ridiculous."

Together, you managed to clean up the worst of the mess and finally got back to making the pizza. Despite the chaos, the end result was

delicious. The dough was a little uneven, and the toppings might not have been perfectly distributed, but the experience of making it together made it the best pizza you had ever tasted.

As you sat at the table, enjoying your homemade creation, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Charles, still with a dusting of flour in his hair, was smiling at you with such genuine happiness that it made your heart swell.

"Do you think the kitchen will ever be the same again?" you asked playfully, taking another bite of pizza.

Charles shrugged, a carefree grin spreading across his face. "Maybe not, but I wouldn't trade today for anything. This was perfect."

You reached across the table, taking his hand in yours. "Agreed. We should do this more often—minus the flour fight."

Charles laughed, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Deal. But don't think I won't start another food fight if I get the chance."

You both laughed, the kind of laughter that comes from shared joy and unspoken love. The afternoon had been a wonderful reminder that sometimes, the best memories are made in the simplest moments of everyday life. Cooking together, covered in flour, laughing and teasing each other—it was these moments that made your relationship with Charles so special.

As the evening drew on and the kitchen was finally cleaned up, you found yourselves on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, watching a movie. The warmth of the pizza still lingered, and the shared laughter echoed softly in your minds. Charles pulled you closer, his arm around your shoulders, and you nestled into his side, feeling completely at home.

"Today was amazing," you whispered, looking up at him.

Charles smiled down at you, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Every day with you is amazing."

In that moment, you realized that it wasn't just the grand gestures or the high-speed thrills that made your relationship with Charles special. It was the little things—the shared flour fights, the homemade meals, the quiet cuddles on the couch. It was being understood and loved for exactly who you were, in every silly, messy, wonderful moment.

And as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that no matter where life took you both, you would always treasure these simple, perfect days together.

[blingblong55]

The Great War - Simon Riley//Vladimir Makarov

Creds to: @shadow0-1 for that Ghost work

Based on a request:

with the new mw3, lets do angst, something along the lines of "Somewhere in the haze, got a sense i've been betrayed" coming from us because 141 betrayed us horribly, which ended up in us getting tortured and then we pretennd its fine when it isnt. forget and forgive we lie and when we meet with Makarov, we tell them, 'oops sorry, forgot i was also a enemy at some point, guess its time to betray like real enemies do' and as we set Makarov free, we show that we have been working as his spy ever since they betrayed us. also can this be with a female reader and we also marry makarov behind their backs so thats why we betray so hard? i love u!

A/N: I forgot to add the angst....im so sorry pookies

Part 2

---- F!Reader, soldier!reader, enemy!reader, betrayal ----

It's been three months since Task Force 141 last saw you and how you betrayed them. Makarov and you have become the real-life Joker and Harley Quinn. In love with the other and maybe the love is toxic but the way he and you were so mental and in love made it all so good and bad. Everywhere you went, his hand held yours. It was romance for what poison could be. Deadly. One night, as Makarov and you celebrate your anniversary, he decides to spoil you. A private jet, a romantic location and a whole week in paradise. Well, that is the plan at least.

On the way there, the jet gets hit, Makarov rushes and puts a vest over you, his trusted gun and a kiss. "What are you doing?!" you frantically ask. "I'll meet you at our spot later my love," he lets go and then opens the door to the jet. The air tearing the door, he kisses you once more and as you look at him in fear and confusion, he gives you the illusion that he is right behind. Which he is not.

As you descend back to steady ground, the last person you ever thought wanted to see you, pulls a risky stunt. One he claims he has no idea he had the adrenaline for. Your body is so close to the ground as you watch your husband's jet explode. Ghost, holding you close as he deploys his parachute. "Vlad!" you call out with a tear-filled face. Ghost held you with all his mighty power until you two reached the grassy area. As he begins to unstrap, your hands hit his chest multiple times. Messy tears escape your face, "Why! why the hell did this happen?! What did you do!" Your hits became more defenceless as you cried and let out sobs of fear. Ghost wraps his arms around you.

In your memories, there he is, Vladimir and the children you were so set to want. Lazy Friday nights, the kids, Vladimir and you, a beautiful and complete family. It was like every puzzle was perfectly placed. Green lawn, sunny day, a puppy, giggles and small kisses. All gone in a matter of seconds.

"Shhh, shhh, I know, R/N, I know," his hand on your head, rubbing it as he kept you close to him. He was a trained soldier, after all, so he knew that occasionally he had to deal with people going through so many emotions. His gaze, why does it have to be this way? Why must he stare at you like this now?

No one knew Ghost had been on the lookout for you. That he went against every order given to him, that he broke an oath to hold you in arms this way as you cry. You pull away, your arms wrapping around your own body. Trying to find comfort in this moment. How did you lose him so easily? After so long of loving him in secret, he is gone this quickly. Like a cheap curse. But he was meant to be the lifelong curse. To ruin your very soul and taint you with his power of cruelness.

"God what were you even thinking?!" You push him., "You could've died, Simon. And then what?! huh!" You push him again and this time he grabs your arms. His stare lowered, eyes teared up as he confessed, "I did it for you," and now, he has become someone who he hates. Someone who betrayed the task force, someone who fucked it up and still it felt so right. Maybe you are a temptress, maybe you are the cruel one and not these men. Why must you make them love you so hard that they do this? What the hell do you even do now?

"I killed them all, please…please R/N, please listen to me." His voice more softer, gaze is so beautiful that it makes your heart flutter. "No, Simon-" "Listen to me this once. I know what I did is wrong but damn it, don't you feel it too? Don't you feel what I do? When I hear your voice, that sweet melody becomes my reason to wake up early, to smile, to even dare come back from operations. R/N, I know I'm not the best-looking guy in a crowd but…damn it, I would ruin everything for you."

His hand holds yours as he places it over his chest, "For years, so many years, this heart has belonged to just you." He whispers and holds you in for a kiss.

A gunshot.

One body to the floor and then darkness surrounded by crimson red.

No one ever said the joke or Harley Quinn had a good ending, guess it is the way this life goes.

[At the 141 base]

"Price, have yer seen Ghost?" Soap walks in after looking for his friend around the base for nearly an hour. "Should be in the shooting range," Price responds. "Think he mentioned something about going to the gym," Gaz mentions. "Not in any of those places." Soap says. The three men looked everywhere. Then, a soldier comes running in, "Someone stole the plans and mapping for the operation-" "and many of the files have been deleted, security footage is also gone." Another soldier comments. The three men have many possible answers and then two names come to mind. Makarov and yours.

"She fucking kidnapped him?!" Soap was furious and it was well known he hated you for what you did. Gaz, oh that man hated you for everything you were worth. In their books, you placed first place against Makarov and Graves. "That fucking bitch," Soap slams his fist on the table of Price's office.

As the men gather information and what else was taken, they realise a pattern here. After knowing who you were, your pattern who Vladimir is and his way of dealing with stuff, they understood the job was from someone on the inside and described you as someone who broke in. With contacts in many parts of the world, they looked for traces of him and traces of you.

You weren't even planning on this robbery to the base. Makarov wasn't either, so there is a third man. Alejandro and the rest of Los Vaqueros were told that they had someone else as a suspect. The devil herself, Valeria Garza. One look into her history and she was also not behind this mess. She was hunting down someone, yes but she didn't care for 141…yet.

After hours of exploring any enemy that would do this, it suddenly struck. And just as Gaz was about to give his shocking idea, Laswell walked in.

"Ghost wasn't kidnapped, the files were stolen but it was him…he is the man on the inside. This entire time, Ghost talked with Makarov, they weren't friends but allies. He is our next target," she slams his file on the table. "If we want Makarov, we take Ghost down first." "But how?" "We hurt the desire of his newfound criminal mind." "Which is?" "Grim. We know he was hurt when she revealed she was with Makarov, so it's time we take it old school and hurt her to get to him." Laswell looks over at Price, he nods and leans on over. "If we do this, I don't want casualties." "We got a deal?" "We do."

With that set, 141 found the targets of their next operation but this time, their calls had to be whispered. Two former members of their teams who knew them all too well, this has to be all a precise work of war. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, R/N 'Grim' Makarov, the new image of a ticking bomb. Their names are given to all the agents in the world. Hitmen, snipers and all countries, looking for two mad soldiers.

One was set to win. That win would set a new record for all criminals and good men. This is how modern warfare changes for the better and worse of us.

This is the great war.

A/N: i thought this was uploaded and it turns out it was in my drafts all along....i'm stupid

Tags: @actuallyhiswife @eicee @liyanahelena

[esthercouldntlether]

Some of my hcs for the foreign kids (includes the cotswolds twins and Gary Harrison) except its prob ooc. And VERY messy.

HCS FOR EVERYONE (in my au. Includes other kid characters that arent mentioned, like craigs gang and the main 4 and other ppl im too lazy to put): they are all 14

Pip:

Has a tooth-gap (bc i love characters with tooth gaps)

hates hates HATES Christophe

people mistake him for a girl (and hes very mad bc of that).

Plays roblox

Estella:

Turned lesbian after realizing Pip was a twink (and also after going on pinterest and searching up 'girls')

honestly i dont have any hcs for her 😭.

Gregory:

Dislikes bananas (ifykyk)

Straightened his hair SO much it wasnt curly anymore

Never had a 'girls have cooties!' Phase. Because hes a TWINK (i think i forgot to put gregstophe in my sp ships in my introduction post, oops.).

Christophe:

Has a giraffe shrine

Spends all his pocket money on vbucks and vapes/j (he spends them on giraffe-related things)

Hates pip too for no reason

He treats his shovel as if it was his child.

Pocket:

Plays roblox with Pip

Got more bunnies and they breeded without him knowing. He has 129 now.

Estella is his cousin.

Damien:

Shortest of the group.

Boykisser (actually hes a PIPKISSER)

Has an older brother and older sister who are twins (they're the same age as shelly marsh).

Mark and Rebecca

Both use fancy words because they're NERDS

They are suppoed to wear glasses, Mark refuses to wear them and instead uses contacts while Rebecca wears them with no problem.

Still homeschooled.

Classic 'gay-lesbian' duo + both are dating blondes (i think you can guess who).

Have 3 older brothers who are triplets who were isolated in their rooms during monkey fonics ( 😭 )

Every halloween, they just dress up as fictional twins and call it a day.

IDENTICAL.

Gary Harrison:

Still hates Stan

Lindsay from tdi if she was a teenage boy (😭😭😭)

Only academically smart (hes stupid. Sorry not SORRY 💜)

Older brother (whos name is Mark) is named Marcus bc i said so

Homeschooled (he didnt want to see Stan's fugly face everyday so he begged his parents to be homeschooled)

5'2.

[nikatyler]

✨ Ross Goes to Baldur's Gate ✨

Gale dinner time

Well well well we're getting approval from Wyll quite fast, this was not part of the plan, I'll end up friendzoning him in the end 🥲

There we goooo!

Yeah we're gonna do this every night now

That sounds like a challenge tbh

mhmmm looking rather yummy

It's not a combat if Ross or Gale aren't downed…🤦‍♀️

dead = lazy now?? 💀💀

Yes my plan still stands but I wouldn't say no to getting a little messy 🤭

I got a little too focused on the game and now it's 2.30pm wtf? 💀 Anyway hi Raph you scared the shit out of me, can't wait to loot every room in your cute little house eventually (and have fun with your silly little guy who looks like you 🤭)

Teehee goodbye monster hunter

worth it honestly

HE DIDN'T EVEN WAIT FOR THE TIEFLING PARTY LET'S SMASH NOWWWWW

oop

jfc get glasses all of you

Original thread.

[hallowed-nebulae]

his bracket/poll won't be until next week, but here's more k'pheli/sae'pheli'ehva propaganda, for the wol tourney run by @woltourney ! these sketches are messy bc the lack of spoons hit ahaha

the appearances are as follows, left-to-right top-to-bottom: A Realm Reborn, Syrcus Tower alliance raid (Crystal Tower questline), midway through Stormblood, Labyrinth of the Ancients alliance raid (Crystal Tower questline), post-Crystal Tower questline. and a doodle of k'pheli and g'raha (from just before ST raid)

some notes under the cut, bc these got rambly oops:

k'pheli has two names! technically "k'pheli tia" is the second one, and sae'pheli'ehva is the first one; it's due to the worldbuilding of the au he's in, which i might elaborate on at some point later. but both names are equally valid and he'll answer to either of them

technically he's a self-insert but i added lore for how that works, so in-universe he's the incarnation of a god responsible for creating the plane of existence. because of this he does radiate divinity sometimes, though other times he's just some guy. in-universe he's also worshipped bc people (g'raha) Notice the divinity and go (in the tone of the history of the world and everything) "we should make a religion out of this" and then they did.

adding onto that, because the god he's an incarnate of had black hair, the more he's worshipped the darker sae'pheli'ehva's hair gets, and it'll eventually turn black. the blue streaks are crystal (as is the lighter blue eye), and the blue streaks are to do with him being the crystal god (because the whole religion that worships him popped up around mor dhona and the crystal tower -- i'll elaborate on this later)

after g'raha gets sealed away, the tips of his ears and tail turn black permanantly while the rest returns to the original pink color, and k'pheli cuts his hair short. it grows out from HW to post-SB, where it ends up going down to about his waist.

he's got chronic aether sickness and due to divine nature creates a ton of aether-filled crystals to try and lessen the amount of aether in his body. all of the crystal jewelry that he wears is made by his own hands and he'll give out any crystals he makes for free. as a gift.

k'pheli is afab genderfluid but uses he/him for convenience; the little marks at the corner of his eyes are actually tattoos to match what a male miqo'te's face marks would look like, but he's too lazy to cover up his other natural ones.

the crystal streaks in his hair increase over time, though by post-SB they've stopped growing. they're just sorta there.

his canine teeth are made of crystal, as are his claws. he loses about 60% of his tail around the waking sands incident (yknow, when pretty much everyone is killed) and regrows the missing 60% as crystal (though this is somewhat a painful process)

technically this image is inaccurate, since he isn't learning archery until the crystal tower questline (g'raha is the one to teach him the basics) and only tears through archer/bard quests after the world of darkness when g'raha gets sealed away. it made for a good visual contrast with the dragoon armor though so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since he's a gelmorran miqo'te (more on this on another day), he's naturally taller than other miqo'te. gelmorran miqo'te are generally the same height as elezen, but poor k'pheli is short. luckily for him, short for a gelmorran miqo'te is tall for any other miqo'te, and as such he's several inches taller than his beloved g'raha. perfect height difference to rest his chin on g'raha's head and hug the allagan history nerd from behind.

i couldn't think of what to put in the bottom right corner initially so i just put that little g'raha/k'pheli doodle there. the ship of the two of them has a name and it's crystalline connection, bc i like my themes. and yes g'raha has freckles, it's what he deserves. k'pheli will trace the freckles in an invisible constellation with his fingers, as one does

the one crystal eye has a white pupil because i thought it looked cool and also something something divine eye. i dunno the vibes are neat

i have not actually played SB or post-SB or ShB (i've been watching a letsplay) due to being a free trial player, so any of sae'pheli'ehva's outfits from post-HW or onwards have yet to be properly ironed down. oops. if you see inconsistency in outfits due to this, don't worry about it! it's gucci!

[deeons-dollcollection]

feb 25 2023

whats this ? me being lazy and posting my latest dolls in the same post ?

i bought all of these from seperate sellers on different days , and somehow they all arrived at the exact same time

blondie lockes is probably in the worst condition , the hair is messy (still need to wash it properly) and the elastics in them snapped almost immediately + she lacks any and all accessories . surprisingly she did have her shoes . but i mean , she was only 7 euros so i had to

frankie cost me 12 euros , the seller was extremely kind and packaged the doll really well . they even added an additional dress from a draculaura doll as a gift ! really good condition , the hair is very soft . makes me think the seller washed the doll before sending it to me

and last but not least theres jackson . i got him for 13 euros . his leg joints are a little weak , but thats not a big deal for me . he was the only jackson doll i found that was affordable and still had his glasses

overall im very happy with these dolls ! except i only have 6 euros to my name now oops

[mysteriousangels]

Flashback Para (Ada/Della): On my Doorstep

Ada had plenty as soon as Waylon expressed any concern about Della knowing about things. Of course, when he sidestepped her assumption about giving out information, she knew she had to be right. And the little comment about haunting her, as much fun as it would be, suddenly gave her quite the loose lips. 

Ada applied her makeup outside of the building as the sounds of gunshots calmed down. She hummed softly wondering if they could take one or two back, just to see if she could build her homunculus but that mostly depended on the fact that Della didn't shoot where all the vital organs were. But knowing how her friend operated that was exactly where she killed them. If anything, Della was precise in her work and maintained the cover and lifestyle she chose. Because it was either that or die for being a traitor, hell even more so now since had actively killed other agents. Ada knew about it all and it didn't bother her she respected that Della would go to these lengths.

Once everything had calmed down, Ada walked into the building, her steps quiet as she walked over a few dead bodies and paused at one. "He was cute, she could've kept him alive. " She patted him down and raised her brow before clearing her throat and taking his ID card out of his pocket. The building was small and remote, strictly a mid-waypoint for active undercover spies working on cases that dealt with people like Ada or Inessa. Ada sighed and pouted. "I have to throw away these heels, blood is hard to get out." She mumbled to herself. As she quietly walked through the building trying to mentally calculate where exactly Della would hide. She decided to check the fourth floor since that was a midway point and out of sheer laziness, she took the elevator. 

Riding up the elevator Ada hummed to the elevator music and leaned down to pretend like she was having a conversation with the slump dead body next to her. “Nice weather we're having huh? You know, my lethal gas killed way more people than this. But this is just so messy, totally not my style unless you/re the fucking Queen of England. Fuck that bitch, I have a poison just for her if I ever get the chance to kill that whore. Oops, lost my cool there for a moment. Well, this is my floor, nice chat. Someone should really close his eyes, like god he’s so creepy.” Ada walked out the elevator only to be met with the sound of a gunshot and excruciating pain in her thigh. “FUCKING HELL DELLA, YOU SHOT ME? IN VERSACE!” She screamed and then covered her mouth remembering where they were. A painful wail came from her as she fell to the ground trying to focus on anything other than the pain, she was in.

When Ada screamed at her Della came out of her hiding place and looked at Ada in shock before running over to the girl and immediately started to try and do first aid. “Shit shit shit. Ada what the hell are you doing here, I thought you were another agent?!” Della said as she quickly took out the bullet in Ada’s leg and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. At the time she didn’t even remember that she had coated the bullets with poison. Ada let out a muffled scream as Della got the bullet out and glared at Della.

“I came because Waylon is a dumbass and from what I assume accidentally helped Sadie expose your sister’s whole team. He wanted you to know that he’s dumb and thinks with his dick when it comes to attractive people younger than him.” Ada embellished a bit and flinched as Della bandaged her up too tight for her liking.” I want to keep my limbs, Della.”

“Violet got exposed because of Sadie. I’m not surprised this was the outcome. You could tell Sadie was a bit off her rocker, but it is what it is now. Even if I was around, she wouldn’t have listened to me, but I am still upset about what happened. In fact, I’m livid at everyone involved in that cluster fuck of a problem but I have no right to get involve or voice that anger at Violet and them.” Della said on a deathly calm voice, it was voice of any real emotion. Della was taking in the news, and she knew how she what she was saying was her feelings, but they weren’t her current feelings since she couldn’t actually process anything right now. After bandaging Ada up. she stood and held a handout to Ada. “You’re so smart but so dumb, you should have sent Inessa.”

“Inessa got herself locked into a magical legal contract that she can’t break. Although I’m not sure she wants to break it since it means she gets to spend time with mermen and octopans.” Ada took Della’s hand and stood up, she stumbles slightly but took no notice of it since she just assumed it was from the fact that she had just gotten shot. “Buy me an expensive fugu dinner and I’ll call it even. Also, that way we can say you didn’t kill me if I die.” Ada joked and Della rolled her eyes.  They left the building together after Della finished doing a thorough check of the building, but as they were walking Ada gasped in pain and fell to the ground as her vision stared to blur. For a moment, she was confused and couldn’t think, then she remembered a few years ago after the first fire Della coming into her room. They had talked and Ada told her about the poison she had made for the Queen and Della asked if she could use it for traitors to the circus. Of course, Ada said no, but she would make a similar version that had an antidote. Damn her own hatred for the Queen had come to bite her in the butt, but she couldn’t help but be proud because she was certainly wishing for a swift death instead of the pain she was in now.

When Ada fell Della got concerned all over again and checked Ada pulse and forehead. She didn’t understand what was happening until she saw Ada mouth poison. Fuck. She had totally forgot. She carefully picked up Ada and put her on her back sending Waylon a quick text. She was mentally calming herself down trying to keep herself from getting overwhelmed with everything that was happening right now. It was all too much, she was only 22 and everything she had ran from 5 years ago was all landing at her doorstep and bombarding her with a life and obligations she didn’t want.

[guardiancypress-txt]

The bartender had plenty of experience with those patrons who came to forget, who lay sprawled out on tables and counters as if they could sleep their problems away, letting the flavor of drinks drown out whatever weighed on their soul. Like a responsible bartender, he’d always keep a close eye on those people.

But leaning over to get a closer look at this customer sent a jolt of shock through the bartender’s body. Sky-blue hair and feathery wings, not even hiding the shine of his halo very well. There was only one Halovian he ever knew who always hid his face behind his wings when he was trying to hide something. Even though his face was completely buried into the table… could it be? That’s not possible. Why would he be here?

The bartender almost started to regret choosing his current line of work. Heck, he shouldn’t even really be a bartender. He was already a bartender before. But something about the job just drew him in, tempted him to go back to it. Mixing a drink was like serving a dream in a cup, it was satisfying to him in a way he couldn’t figure out.

And he hadn’t even bothered to touch up his appearance much either. Sure, his hair was tied back in a rather messy bun, and he sported a pink vest that was devoid of all the badges and signifiers of a member of the Bloodhound Family, but maybe he was too used to the way he looked, or too lazy, to shave his face. He’d made sure that this was a place no one would recognize him. But that Halovian would be nearly the only person who could. Damn, he didn’t even remember whether he gave the owner a name that wasn’t Gallagher.

It scared Gallagher, not knowing whether Sunday would know who he was, not knowing what Sunday would think or do if he realized. But Gallagher couldn’t just run away from the situation. He couldn’t just ignore the man, either. Look at him. He was… well… He hadn’t even ordered a drink, and he already looked like that.

After pulling himself together, Gallagher quickly prepared a drink. With swift, practiced precision, he shook the ingredients and poured a glass. He still remembered Sunday’s tastes exactly. This man needed something to fill him up.

Gallagher took the drink over to Sunday’s table and placed it gently in front of him. He didn’t say anything. What do I even say? I didn’t think I’d ever be seeing you again. I thought you’d wanna be rid of me.

Part of Gallagher prayed to the Aeons that he wouldn’t be recognized and another part of Gallagher hoped that he would.

oops its a little long i got carried away. i just wanted to set the scene

im not sure if this actually takes place in penacony or not you decide. gally just tried to disappear but couldn't help going back to old hobbies. also his drinks don't have to be alcoholic or anything i wasn't sure.

anyway tell me what sunday's favorite flavor of drink is im curious

"mmmh...." sunday is face-down on a table, the wings on his head masking any microexpression that might give way to his emotions. other than ... the fact he's indignantly laying face-down on a table like he was little else than a playing card. he doesn't move, its hard to tell he's even breathing. "dammit," he cussed under his breath, trying to ignore the way his hands trembled if he didn't cautiously pay attention to every movement he made. / open to replies.

[mealbits]

Ms paint requests - Athena or trucy?

she is. the light of my life <3<3

[pinklikeroses-artonly]

So

There’s this meme

It sums up their relationship perfectly

[soxnics]

i.. dont know... he looks so scary...

[looseratinthegarage]

Hiya! I'm happy to hear you have a burst of energy! Its nice to feel energized! Well about an ask. How about the slashers (like any slashers you want but also i would like to see freddy) reacting to an S/O who obsesses over halloween, like is really festive, so they decorate and tries to get them to join in on the readers traditions?

S/o addicted to Halloween

Yeah I was surprised at the sudden burst haha! It feels wonderful, I’ve gotten so much done today! This ask was rly fun tyyy

I got u boo 😘 I put Freddy first

Freddy

•Oh fuck ya. He is very happy with this. Though he’s not known for liking Halloween, he’s all about the spooky season.

•He’s a bit lazy but will help you decorate a little bit. His favorite thing to set up is the window stickers, like, the blood hand kinda stuff?

•He’s down to watch scary movies with you. He loves when you get scared hehehe

•carving pumpkins is fun with him, also incredibly messy. Dude is great at carving, will either make you or something dumb as shit- like a cock or something

•he’ll bake with you, well kinda, he doesn’t really like baking so he’ll sit in the kitchen and watch you. He’ll be making jokes or just talking with you. If you ask him to help you put it in the oven, you’ll get a dirty look. I wonder why… oop- 👀

Michael Rz

•Do I really have to say how he feels about this? Well if I must, he’s happy. He likes that time of year too.

•Carving pumpkinnns! Carves how he perceives his voices aka a scary ass monster face, a pumpkin…?, candy corn, stab wound- he’ll just stab it and be done.

•he’ll be happy to decorate with you. He likes to lift you up so you can hang this up or grab something you need. It makes him feel fuzzy inside to hold you in his arms, he likes it.

•will watch scary movies with you, he really doesn’t get scared, doesn’t even react to a jump scare. But he likes when you cling to him. Also movie snacks! Candy, popcorn, baked goods, you name it!

•Can’t cook nor bake. You are on your own. But like Freddy he will keep you company. Just watch out, he will snatch treats quicker then you can stop him.

•I believe Michaels favorite candy is candy corn just to spite everyone.

Jason

•Oh? Your version of spooky is so cute! Little bats and pumpkins? Aaaahhhhhhh

•It's gonna take a lot of convincing to watch scary movies. He gets scared easily. But he’d like to do other things with you!

•Jason is all about baking. He’s got a huge cookbook filled with his mom's recipes. You two are practically synchronized. He passes you one thing, you take it seamlessly.

•You want to decorate the cabin? Oki doki! He’ll do the high up stuff and you can do the- the more y/n leveled stuff.

•He used to carve pumpkins as a kid with his mom! He’ll make animals or flowers! A heart! The possibilities are endless.

Thomas

•The Hewitts are no stranger to Halloween. But they call it something a little different… All-Hallows Eve is a fun time in the household, if they’re having a good year that is.

•They decorate a little bit. They have set aside decorations, they never make more, it’s wasteful in their eyes. But if you want to make some decorations, Thomas and Luda Mae will bend the rules a little. You’ll get shit from Hoyt tho

•If it’s a good year, bakings a hell yes. Luda has a bunch of yummy passed down recipes.

•It’s kinda heart to carve pumpkins when there’s no pumpkins…. But if they find some you definitely can carve ‘em! Thomas will carve pigs or cows, a flower maybe, or the Hewitt name. Just give the guts to Luda Mae, she’ll make something yummy out of it.

•They- they don’t have a tv. Soooo….. unless you bring one you ain’t gonna be able to watch anything. Thomas is fine watching scary movies with you. It’s not his favorite thing to do, but if you want to he’s down. It kinda puts him in that killing headstate, he’s obviously not going to do anything, he just gets stressed.

Bubba

•Nubbins is a big fan, Drayton hates it, and Bubba gets terrified.

•Like the Hewitts they are very poor, they’re not able to go crazy on decorations, but they have some cool stuff. Their house already looks decorated, with all the bones and stuff.

•They can probably bake! You wouldn’t believe this, but grandpa was quite the baker in his prime, and of course as well as a legend at the meat plant.

•They sometimes get pumpkins so it’s a maybe! Bubba will carve his pet chicken 💗

Yautja

•What are you talking about? A holiday…. Dedicated…. To being scary? Ha! Humans are not scary- WTF IS THAT!- oh it’s a costume…. My bad….

•he’ll question every tradition annoyingly.

•Movies do not scare him, he genuinely laughs most of the time. He’s not trying to be a dick, yautja humor I guess

•Sure he’ll make some sweet food with you! He’ll probably never admit it, but he loves human food. Yautja cuisine is purely to give the body what it needs, nothing more, nothing less. They don’t have any sweet things for the most part. So he loves when you make him unhealthy treats!

•Stab the pumpkin? Why? That’s wasteful. This is why your planet is going to shit- so not the biggest fan of ‘stabbing’ pumpkins. But he’ll humor you like a good mate.

•Why are there small slices of wood on my ship's walls- What purpose do the little paper bats serve? For decoration…. *sigh* okay. The only time he will help you is if your persistent and threaten to do something stupid/dangerous.

[marshmallowdarling]

♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.  

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present. 

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface. 

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar. 

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them. 

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his. 

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room. 

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser. 

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.  

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before. 

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain. 

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste. 

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer. 

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made. 

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee. 

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill. 

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them. 

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips. 

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend. 

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings. 

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly). 

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs). 

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning. 

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents. 

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it. 

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment. 

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.” 

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock. 

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it. 

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.